Tag Archives: my life

Relax, it’s that simple…right?

In the dictionary of my brain The space beneath the word relaxation, is blank The meaning of this word is foreign to me For I have never been able to understand the feeling. When told to relax, I don’t know how Apparently this concept should be easy and simple But how can you feel aContinue reading “Relax, it’s that simple…right?”

I’ve been absent for a while. Story time.

This is a bit different than my “normal” stuff, but I wanted to post a little life update for anyone who cares to read it. Judging by my poetry I’m sure you’ve gathered that my relationship has been rocky at best. Well I’m going to share a bit about the recent goings on so youContinue reading “I’ve been absent for a while. Story time.”

Déjà vu

I have Deja vu often Seeing moments in the present that I have already “seen”. It isn’t just coincidence either These “relived” moments are exact replicas of time Down to the slightest movement or sound. When it hits me, I tend to pause It feels almost out-of-body, yet incredibly vivid. This phenomenon has been explainedContinue reading “Déjà vu”

Savior

I am not looking for someone to save me. No I don’t need that. What I am looking for, Is someone to sit with me while I feel. Someone to make me laugh Someone to show me kindness and grace while I take time to heal… if I can figure out how. I don’t needContinue reading “Savior”

Allowed

I allowed myself to feel comfort And I cried. I cried in a way that I don’t understand But I allowed myself to feel it. The comforting warmth of my son sleeping next to me, cozy in his blankets, his favorite stuffed seal in his hands I felt my body try to relax the tiniestContinue reading “Allowed”

My birthday

February 21st. I woke up this morning another year older. I turned 28 this morning, officially, at 8:15am. Thankfully I was still asleep! My kids have been sick and my 1 1/2 year old hasn’t let me sleep for two nights in a row. She was crying every 10 minutes or so from 12:30am toContinue reading “My birthday”

Saying you love me

Saying you love me, is like rubbing salt into the wounds you refuse to see. The invisible gouges that you won’t acknowledge or take responsibility for, have become scars I will bear for years to come. When love given freely turned to pleas, Becoming new stabs to my heart that you will never feel, inContinue reading “Saying you love me”

How many lives

I had this thought tonight, How many lives must we have to get it right? How many battles must we lose How many wounds must we lick How many hours must we waste How many days must go by? How many tears must fall How many times must we lose it all How many timesContinue reading “How many lives”